Slumber Poems - Poems about Slumber

...“Allen saw it first Charlie then later Allen chased the black raven Charlie lived his dreams”. Steady rain had been falling for two straight days In dimming, muted light. Striding out from......Read the rest...

... Older age being old is always ten years ahead: meanwhile I’ve decided to embrace my present age positively I walk, don’t run, affecting a dignified lumbering; if I stumble,I welcome......Read the rest...

... Flowers are the music of the ground, from earth’s lips spoken without sound. ~ Edwin Cerran Lupines are in the meadow, speaking poetry of nature; the breeze directing purple allegret......Read the rest...

...In the crucible of time, where the iron of human will is melted, Lords of armies forge their crowns from flames that build mirages. They invoke the spirit of the earth, but their thoughts leap over......Read the rest...

...It wasn't the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could live with, A canvas woven from moonbeams and delicate shadows on the water's face. They were seeking a tale in which to slumber, beside a......Read the rest...

...He came in human flesh, So He would see someone like me, He wore the robes of pain, grief and struggles, So He could relate to my emotions. He took the fall, So He could understand why I stumb......Read the rest...

... My internal clock is a bane to me waking me from dreams of paradise thrusting me into life's stark reality not allowing sleep when closing my eyes No matter how many hours of sleep I need ......Read the rest...

...Oh Syrinx, by the lake where you await, blossom anew! Proud of murmurs that speak of goddesses, in a reverent hue. Unleash the waists of shadows, in my tales they live and breathe, As I imbibe t......Read the rest...

...I inhabit a realm where contradiction and paradox intertwine, as intimately as vines warmed by Cleopatra's lips. By my very nature, I exist in a state of "woke" and in slumber, endowed with a divine ......Read the rest...

...In the chamber of the soul, where silences gather, I dwell as a hermit in the city of foam, Where the world seems like a faded illusion, I wrap myself in thoughts, like a tree in its closed bark. ......Read the rest...

... light … and dark - shadow and bright are diametrically opposed and intricately interdependent we must learn to not fear the dark for it holds the same delight, the same color the same purp......Read the rest...

...In the term of birth, fields begin to mend. Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber, Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end. Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber. Virgin tre......Read the rest...

...Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening strings its somber beads, The echo of a twilight stifles discreetly on the plain bound for eternal crossing; Floating, floating over the velvet of d......Read the rest...

...In Godspeed A caterpillar will hibernate Then she flutters and learns her fate When she wakes up from her slumber. Miles away the waves see the shore To reach the sand, they want nothing mor......Read the rest...

...Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams, And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting. Sleepwalkers amon......Read the rest...